I am such a dork.

Every Monday night [er, Tuesday morning...] Bravo shows three back to back episodes of Sex and the City. And since I can never sleep because Monday is my day off and I don't up until noon, I watch SatC until 2:15.

And this morning, as we speak, they're showing the final episode. And even though I've seen it before, while sitting in my pajamas eating Haagen Dazs and glued to my television set, I was still drawn in.

And I still cried.

And I hugged my tv. You heard me! That moment, when Carrie trips Big on his way to the Russian's room, I totally hugged my tv.

It still hasn't quite sunk in that there are no more new episodes, no more adventures.

*sigh*